The Universe

 Sometimes I think the universe is trying to speak to me.

 Not literally (hello, Universe? it’s me…).

I can’t help but connect the dots sometimes. 

I got a little manic after my breakup five years ago, and I started connecting all the dots I could think of, which led to some weird poetry and drawings (I tried to show them to my dad and he was like, get that shit out of my face! Lol, that’s my dad. So I would read them to him so he had to listen. And then he made me go to the hospital. I digress…). Anyways, I’m a little more hinged now, so the dots don’t make me crazy (even though sometimes I think I am on the verge of a huge epiphany (did you know one time I thought Eminem was gonna discover me and buy my poetry?)). I appreciate the dots, wherever they are leading. 

I got sober on Good Friday of 2024. That wasn’t the official day I quit drinking (it was sometime that same week), but it was the day I went into the hospital and I never had another drink after that. I felt bad about making John take me to the emergency room, because he was in the middle of watching March Madness. He didn’t care, but I still think it bothered him. I digress…The point is, it was Friday, which is supposed to be the day to get a job (according to the movie), or start drinking (TGIF). But it was my time, like they say in The Goonies. And it was good. I was in the hospital for Easter, eating wonderful bow tie macaroni, and drinking as many cups of coffee as they’d let me order. And reading my book, Love Wins.

When I got out (of the pen. No matter how much coffee I drank, it still felt like prison) I was required to see a psychiatrist (and go to therapy, which didn’t last). The psych they hooked me up with is named Dr Powers. I know (“I’ve got the power!” Yeah,  Bruce Almighty). I recently found out that he’s not a real doctor; he’s a PMHNP-BC (I know, that’s a mouthful), which is a psychiatric mental health nurse practitioner board certified. But it doesn’t matter to me; I still call him doctor, and he helps me (he’s my homie, lol). I think I’m finally on the right meds, and now I only take halves. But I digress…I realize a lot of other people have him as a doctor, but it’s a special name to me.

And is it a coincidence that one of my favorite authors, my adopted uncle, and my old coworker, the sweetest girl in the world, all have the same last name? (Bell (ring ring?))…

I could connect all this to religion, but I won’t. I just think they’re cool “coincidences,” and proof that life matters and things happen for a reason. The universe is unfolding as it should…

Thanks for reading. Keep living a meaningful life (you are, if you didn’t know that) and when things don’t make sense, just remember: it’s all connected. All will be revealed in due time…..


Ps. I just published four posts on February 4th. Hello?



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